A/N: Since there were a few requests to make this piece into a story, here it is: the first chapter of Double Possession. Also, while in OVW, JTG was known as the Neighborhoodie, so I figured to mention that here. Enjoy!!
Chapter 1- The Pets Will Play...
Dave Bautista wasn't the only one who had a pet or two—in other words, there were some other members of the WWE who had their own pets.
Triple H had one of his own—which happened to be Tyson Kidd, the newbie on ECW. Randy Orton had both Ted DiBiase and Cody Rhodes, Shawn Michaels had Evan Bourne and Matt Hardy, while the Undertaker had Jeff Hardy all to himself. John Cena had two of his own as well—Cryme Tyme, for that matter—they were also his insurance policy during his matches. As for JBL, who never wanted to be left out of the loop, he had both Edge and the newly returned Christian as his own pets.
There was even a name for this group: the Pet Society. When there were days off, the Pet Society would meet up at one of the others' houses. This time, they were going to be back in Tampa—the group retreat was at Batista's, since he was supposed to initiate his new pets—and Triple H was going to initiate Tyson as well.
Besides packing their bags to prepare to head to Tampa, the next morning was spent by Batista teaching his pets how to be obedient towards him as well as the other masters and their pets. He had a motto that he hoped they would keep in their minds when they were going to do something: "Follow what you are told. That way you won't be in any trouble and there will be no reason for you to suffer," was what he told them. He taught them this motto over and over again, to make sure they had it down packed.
"Master," Miz began, "I don't know if this is a dumb question, but what if we're told to do something by one of the other pets' masters?"
Dave smiled at the question. "Michael," he said. "Come here."
Miz crawled over to him. "Yes, Master?" he asked.
"That wasn't a dumb question. In fact, let's say that Cena asks you to do something, because he has Shad and/or JTG doing something else for him. He could have you do anything, ranging from making sure his nails are trimmed or something. You simply say that you will do it, but I have to make sure that my master's tasks are done first. That is all."
Morrison had a question of his own. "What if we're afraid of the other masters?" he asked, crawling over to Batista.
"Again, a very good question," Batista answered. "The only one I think you have to be afraid of would be Taker. He has some very sick ways of treating his pet, as you can see. I don't exactly know what he does to Jeff, but that boy takes everything he is handed and does it without a problem. That is what I like to see with you two."
"I have another question, Master," Miz said. "Say that all the pets are busy doing what you all need us to do. Do we get a time to relax?"
"Of course," Batista murmured. "I'm not going to work you that hard. You relax when I do—and I know what you're thinking. Just because JBL works E & C all that much, it doesn't mean I'm going to do the same."
Miz and Morrison sighed in relief. They now felt they were at ease, especially because they heard stories about how JBL treated Edge and Christian. Somehow, they felt that Batista would be the same way with them, especially since he had beaten them both into stupidity the night before for messing up his match.
Then again, Batista was always able to sense uneasiness from a mile away. "Everything will be okay," he said, patting their heads. "I won't let harm come to you, I promise. You're my pets, and I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Now, let's get a move on, since we have a plane to catch."
"We'll get your bags, Master," Morrison said, picking up his and one of Batista's bags, while Miz did the same. "You just sit up here and wait for us to get back. And there's coffee brewing in the coffeemaker—I'll have Mike clean it after you're done."
"Good boys," their master said. He walked over to the machine and poured a cup of the steaming liquid into a mug. "This is going to be interesting."
As his pets took the bags down to the lobby, they ran into Cryme Tyme. "Hey, guys," Shad greeted them, nodding his head—since his hands were full with his and their master's bags.
"Hey, guys," Miz said.
"Hey," Morrison replied.
"So," Shad began, "is it true? You're really Batista's new pets?"
"Yeah—we tried to mess up a match of his, and we wound up being his pets," Morrison said. "I think we're going to be okay."
"Aww," JTG said, putting down the bags in his hands. " We originally were helping John with his matches. But when we wound up being his pets, I was afraid that he was going to be super hard with us. But then he turned out to be a real sweetheart."
"How so?" Morrison asked.
"Well, the one time he had a match with Jibble," Shad murmured. "The time we went and smashed the bastard's limo—well, let's just say that John took a liking to us and wanted to keep us—all to himself. We like serving him, so to say."
"So," Miz said. "We're going to eventually like being the pets of the almighty Animal."
"Yes," JTG replied. "You're like royalty, since Dave is king over all our masters. He decides what happens to you if you mess something up with the other masters—they don't. And if they get out of line, he deals with it. You should be proud to be his."
"I think we are lucky," Miz said. "What do you think, John?"
"I think so too, but part of me regrets messing up the match. What if he had lost? We would still be his pets, but we would have gotten it worse," Morrison explained.
"Man, stop worrying," a voice behind them said. "What matters is that Dave has you two around, like I have these two lugs."
All four pets turned around to face John Cena, who had decided to take a stroll down to the lobby. "Good morning, boys. I see you already know my pets," he said in his unforgettable Boston accent.
"Good morning, Master Cena," Miz said, nudging Morrison, who blinked and collected himself.
"Good morning, Master Cena," Morrison replied.
"How's King Batista doing?" he asked them.
"Relaxing with a cup of coffee," Miz answered.
"As always. As for me, I decided to come down and get a Sports Illustrated," John said. "But I don't condone non interaction with the other pets, so I'm glad you all are getting acquainted. Here, Shad. Take this, and get yourselves some breakfast. I will let Dave know you're hanging with his boys—so no worries." He handed him a $100 bill.
"Wow," Morrison whispered. "You're right. He is a sweetheart."
"We told you so," JTG whispered back.
"You heard him," Shad said to them. "Let's go get some breakfast. I'm hungry anyway."
Meanwhile, Cena walked back upstairs. Stopping at Batista's door, he knocked before he entered.
"Come in."
"Dave! Buddy," John began. "What's up?"
"Not much, John. What brings you up here?" Batista asked.
"Nada. My boys and your boys are having breakfast. However, I see you've been teaching Mike and John to be obedient pets."
"At least they're eating something, I think they were afraid after last night that I was going to starve them," Batista murmured. "Take a seat."
"Love to." John pulled up a chair. "So, is it true? Your pets were acquired because of a match?"
"Yep," Batista smiled. "They thought they could beat me—so I beat them—and collared them at the same time."
"Damn, fucker. That must have been something else."
"But it was, dear, sweet John. They would have gotten worse if they made me lose the match," Batista continued.
"What did you do to them after the match? I mean, after the collaring and all. Did you fuck them like the animal you are?" John asked.
"Hell yeah—and they passed the fuck out after. I took them as hard as they could stand. I made them cum when I wanted them to. Before that, of course, they sucked me off like it was the last piece of meat left over from a steak dinner at IHOP. It was brutal, yet satisfying. And I'm sure they liked it too, since I heard no complaints," Batista replied.
"Hm. Sounds like when I made Shad and JTG my pets," John said. "I remember congratulating them on beating the shit out of JBL's limo. And then I made them each ride me as well as suck me off afterwards to celebrate. But of course, I'm not you, so I wasn't going to resort to your animalistic tendencies to break them in. But I did whip them for a while—just for the hell of it. That was fun. Then, after all that, they drew me a bath and took turns washing me down."
"Ohh," Batista groaned. "Kinky—I should make those two I have do that for me."
"Maybe tomorrow night, after the initiation," John said. "When it's just you and them alone. Then make them fuck, right in front of you, while you're stroking yourself. That's what I usually do."
"You and your sick mind," Batista laughed. "But, then again, that doesn't sound too bad."
"No," John said. "I believe it's Randy and Hunter that have the sick minds. Not me."
"Yes, you do," Batista argued. "You follow behind those two sometimes. I don't know what Randy has Ted and Cody do for him, but sometimes, it's not normal."
"Sometimes," John argued back. "He gives me pointers for making sure to keep the Neighborhoodie and his pal in check. Randy is good for advice sometimes. How do you think I became such a nice guy?"
Batista snickered. "Because he hears voices in his head, and they somehow talk to you."
"Oh, very funny," John growled.
"You know I'm right. And Randy has softened, but that's fine. He still has his pets in line."
Meanwhile, their pets were still down in the lobby, finishing off their breakfast, as Ted, Cody, Matt, and Evan came walking towards them.
"Howdy," Evan greeted them.
"Hey," the other three greeted.
"Hey," Miz, Morrison, Shad, and JTG all replied.
"What's going on?" Matt asked.
"Not much—just finishing breakfast—that Cena paid for," Morrison said.
"That was nice of him, especially to treat King Dave's pets," Cody said. "Randy usually doesn't bother to let us get breakfast, he usually buys it for us and we all sit in our room and eat with him."
"The same with Shawn," Evan said. "He doesn't want anyone ogling his pets, right, Matty?"
"Yep," Matt agreed. "He says it's not right for some other man and/or woman to try to fondle us—unless they want to lose their hands."
"Wow," Miz said. "Is Shawn really like that?"
"He can be," Evan replied. "We'll have to explain one day. We have to get back upstairs in a minute. We're only down here to get Shawn and Randy some Starbucks."
"That is another thing with Randy," Cody explained. "If he doesn't have a London Fog latte in his hands, he's irritable. It's like him suffering from PMS—except he's not a girl."
"And Shawn can't go a day without his Mocha frappucino," Matt said. "He needs it, or else it's more than irritability. Let's go, guys. I don't want to get whipped for not getting the Starbucks."
"Yeah. We'd better go, we'll see you all at the initiation," Ted said as he and his companions headed towards Starbucks.
"And I think we should all head up to your room and see if our masters are ready to go," Miz said. "Don't you think so?"
"I have to agree," Shad murmured. "You have no idea what those two are talking about."
"Wait a minute," JTG said. "He said he was going to be in your room talking to King Dave. So we'd better go with you and see if there is anything else we need to do."
"Hm," Morrison murmured. "That makes sense."
John and Dave were still talking when their pets came back. "Everything okay?" Batista asked Miz and Morrison.
"Of course, Master," they replied.
"The same goes for you two," John said to his pets.
"Everything's good, Master," JTG replied.
"Good," Batista said. "Shall we go, then? I'm sure the others are getting antsy."
"I agree with that," John said, smiling. "Come on, you two. I'm going to go check on Randy and his boys."
"We're coming with you," Batista said. "Everything's down in the lobby anyway. All they have to do down there is call for the car."
"Excuse me, Master," Morrison cut in. "I already called the car for everyone."
"Wow. You really have them trained," John muttered.
Batista laughed. "I did, didn't I? You could learn something from me."
John stuck his tongue at Batista. "Sure, sure, whatever you say," he said, rolling his eyes.
They opened the door to leave—and ran right into Randy, Ted, and Cody. "Come on you guys," Randy snapped. "Trips, Shawn, Taker, and JBL are all downstairs with the other pets. What's taking you so long?"
"We were coming down now," Batista grumbled. "What's the rush? It's my house we're going to anyway. Relax."
"Of course, your Majesty," Randy snickered. "Teddy, you and Cody go downstairs and tell the others we're coming, okay? Hello, John. Hello, Michael," he said to Miz and Morrison, who were sitting on the bed.
"Of course, Master," they said.
"Good morning, Master Orton," Miz and Morrison said in unison.
Randy was stunned. "What exactly did you do that they're so obedient, Dave?" he asked. "Damn."
"Nothing but drills and little tests to see if they were paying attention," was all Batista said. "Shall we go?"
They finally made it down to the lobby, where Ted, Cody, Undertaker, Jeff, Triple H, Tyson, Shawn, Matt, Evan, JBL, Edge, and Christian were waiting for them.
"Time's wasting," was all JBL said. "We have to get out of here—one more stare at my boys, and someone's getting knocked the fuck out with a Clothesline From Hell," he complained.
"Oh, shut up," Shawn muttered. "Like none of us deal with that shit."
"Exactly," Triple H said. "We all deal with it, Layfield. So come off it."
"Will all of you shut up?" Undertaker grumbled. "My poor Jeffro's got a headache—he doesn't need to hear all of you arguing. Did anyone call for the car?"
"My boys did," Batista growled. "So be patient, Mark. Please."
"Of course," was all Undertaker could say. He knew better than to argue.
"See? And look, the car has arrived," John said, pointing to the stretch Hummer that just pulled up to the curb. "Shad, did you check everyone out?"
"Yes, Master," Shad replied.
"Good boy. Let's go, shall we?" John asked.
"Yeah," everyone said, putting their luggage in the trunk..
"Right on. To the airport, and step on it," Shawn instructed the driver.
"Yes, sir," the driver replied.
Minutes later, the group was on their way to Tampa, where the initiation was going to take place. Every one of the masters were ecstatic, while their pets were...well, let's just say they were happy that there were three new members to welcome into their group.
